Ten months was not enough.
Not to drown myself into the same ocean.
Not to pick up the pieces.
Not even to throw them out.
Not even to heal.

Ten months is too short.
To find the parts that were lost.
To put them back together.
To drain all the anger.
To put it all behind.

It took 10 months to **** it all up and feign every ounce of "okay" and "happy" when the cold creeps up at 10 in the ******* evening, feeding the urge to jump into the same ocean.

I gave in after ten ******* months.